The Bell and the Solar Gust

歌詞

...And so the bell-maker flew high Modeling wind and light Tolling, he kept every soul inside Once inside a time. Toll, toll, resound, echoes too far Wind is independent of time It carries the truth in form of sound Vibrating to the eardrum of the sun. Burn, burn, ablaze, flares too fast Sun becomes wind at last Wind becomes truth in action And tolls the bells of deception. Untimely bell vibration Fooled soul direction. Time intoxication! Fooled by the gust of purification!